History Repeats
Once upon a time, when I was in first grade something wonderful happened: my parents were impulsive.
This week my husband and I have goggled in amazement at ourselves, and perhaps our love for our child, in becoming a little impulsive ourselves...
My grumpy, old orange cat who lives in the garage is really showing her age. She's lost a LOT of weight lately and didn't seem to be eating or drinking much, yet meowing often as if hungry. So, one morning this week, after dropping my daughter off at ballet camp, my son and I stopped by the vet to pick the brain of our friend the receptionist and pick Booger up some canned food to entice her to eat. While I was asking my questions and buying the food, my boy was bonding with a kitten that was in a crate in the front room....
Darned if we aren't bringing her home tomorrow.